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Julija Ilich Sep 2015
I will never understand
How easily you forgot me
Nicole Dawn Jul 2015
Would I love that?
Well,
I don't know
I'm not trying to be rude
I honestly don't know

What does loving something feel like?
I forget
I don't even know if it's possible for me
I forget
I'm sorry

So would I love that?
I don't know
I honestly don't know
I'm sorry
But that's the only answer I can give you
From a conversation with a good friend

I'm sorry
C Jul 2015
with every glance,
with every touch,
with every word you spoke, a piece of my soul chipped,
and fell off into your hands.
over the years you collected every bit of it.
you put that little bit of me in a jar and showed it off to everyone,
and when you were done with it you put it on your highest shelf.
you forgot to give it back.
i've called you several times since then,
begging you to return what you took,
but you were too busy stealing someone else's soul to bother with mine.
when i was a child my aunt told me to chase my soul,
no matter where it took me,
but i've given up with chasing after it,
because it leads me to the same spot every time.
the corner of your highest shelf.
kenny Diamond Jun 2015
i am alone but lost
We came so far
I can't turn back time
The   day is now
I put out my hand
You  are so closed mind
You look at the past as it defines  us
The darkness doesn't  have  to take over
We don't  have  to be lost  in this world
I can't  help but still care
The hope of one day
The hope of knowing you
The darkness will past, but my heart will still not give up
I never stop to care
I just wish you took the time see me
Lady Bird Jun 2015
I'm sitting in my thinking chair
my eyes state that I'm trying so hard
to remember but remember what?
I've placed one hand on my foreheard
yet biting my nails on the other
holding back all the pressure of forgetting
I walk across the room to see a poor lonely
yet dried and drooping flower in its ***
with wet soil the plant was watered earlier
the plant is now out of my view
but what am I to do
I still can't remember
Ha Ha.....When The Text Is Centered it looks like a light bulb...
moon-kissedstar May 2015
I was sick last night and I couldn't help but cry,
As the morning comes I thought I'd wake up with something, yet you didn't even try-
To ask if I'm still okay. God, my heart's shattering.
As you speak, like I'm nothing.

You're good and it's good to know.
But a little concern for me? You forgot to show.
I guess if you really want something, you'll be dying to get.
All I hope is that someday, it won't be *regrets.
Last night was last night. :)
Violet Blue May 2015
What if
What if one day
You forget me
You forget all the memories
We shared

What if
What if one day
I change my mind
I don't want to be
This person I've become
Anymore?

What if one day
Were no longer friends
No longer talk
No longer spend the days together

What if one day
You forget what we have
You forget my touch
My voice

What if one day
I lose my memory
And forget all of this
All of you
All of my best friend
All of your smile
Oh how I hope I don't

What if....
Cat Fiske May 2015
I want to take breaths,
so peaceful,
a single feather,
will float up and down from my lips,
and silence will be as common as oxygen,
and you will only hear me inhale,
and exhale,

like it was when I took my first drag,
I took it,
as a loud world went quiet,
and all focus went on your hand,
you forgot about the simple things,
simple things that really where so uncontrolled,
you just forgot,

and with a clear head,
you take the most peaceful breaths,
as your smoke,
acts as a feather,
and floats,
What it felt like the first time I smoked.
Brittle Bird Apr 2015
summer night sweats
and whispers in the hay lofts
forgot our purpose
Day 18 of NaPoWriMo.

Country childhood and forgotten dreams.
A part of me wants to see
The world for what it’s not,
A part of me loves to hate
The life that I've got,
A part of me wants to be
An epitome of victory,
The moment people point at me
I try to hide the other three;
Four quarters add to be the
One who’s forgot.
When cruel people laugh at me,
My pride is all I've got;
Cruel people call me mad
But trust me, I’m not.
Based on Dissociative Identity Disorder
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